A review by ariereads
Summertime Death by Mons Kallentoft

1.0

Skim read most of this - it's weirdly poetic, and turns out that's not a good thing. Slips from first to third person constantly, repeats, monotones, muses. The dead speak in chorus (which could have been amazing but wasn't). This, combined with the fact that I hadn't realised this was the second in a series meant I didn't have a clue what was going on.

I still don't exactly know what happened, but whatever is was was narrated like this:

Janne, you're not there, your warm warmth.
I want you both to come home now.
Even you have gone, Daniel. Taken your cool warmth and left me alone with the dream and myself in this depressing bedroom.
I think it was a bad dream, but perhaps it was good?

Or (more often, in third person that flickers off into first again) like this:

Teenage worlds.
Tove's world.
The way she didn't tell Malin about Marcus to start with. How Malin had been hoping that their lives would somehow get more similar the older Tove got, that they would have more things in common.
Has that happened?
No.
Although.
No. Don't lie to yourself, Malin.
I don't know if Tove is keeping secrets from me. God knows, I certainly annoy her. Sometimes, Malin thinks, I can see that she almost despises me and the life I lead.

Maybe this was better in Swedish.